Hazel Patricia and Phinnaeus Walter. Those poor kids. I hope they come up with some fairly mundane nick-names — Pat and Wally, maybe — before they go to school and get creamed on the playground. I wonder if either of the parents bothered to talk to people with unusual names — the Zappa kids, maybe — before deciding to saddle their kids with one.
Don’t parents think?
The ex and I actually considered naming #1 Son “Simon Oliver” — until we realized that his initials would be “SOB.” How would that look monogrammed on his shirt pocket? Ya gotta consider these things.
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oh yah like they’ll ever even set foot on a measly playground.
There’s a kid around here where i lived named Tequila (she’s 10 right now). Julia has nothing on what freaky shit Oregonians name their kids.
1Remark from pril — Monday, 11/29/2004 @ 12:49 PM
Well… OK. Point taken on the playground. But what happens when they enroll in Beverly Hills High, or whatever?
2Remark from Judy — Monday, 11/29/2004 @ 3:59 PM